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found a place in this work, and wliicli still take 

 place — liounds rnnning tlie same fox for two or 

 three hours, until, indeed, they either killed him 

 or laid down at the mouth of some stronghold, 

 in which he had sought refuge, exhausted. 



But the charm of moorland hunting is not 

 merely in the pace and the length of runs, but 

 also in the fact that one can see every bit of 

 hound work, watch the individual members of the 

 pack drink in the scent and proclaim it, see how 

 they flash round, cast themselves when at fault, 

 and wonder as they top the stone walls, despite 

 the fact that they have run for over an hour. 



Hunting, now-a-days, seems to have resolved 

 itself into steeplechasing. That, one does not get 

 on the moors, but rather the old-fashioned sport, 

 which the writer, together with Mr. Scrope, the 

 author of this book, and so many others in Wens- 

 leydale and elsewhere love so well. 



In conclusion, may I say how the thanks of 

 every Yorkshireman is due to Capt. F. Chapman, 

 for collecting so much of interest regarding the 

 history of venery in sporting Wensleydale. Much 



